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upsidedownmvnson · 2 years ago

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dungeons and douchebags | eddie munson

where eddie munson kills your dnd character out of spite & you end up in the hospital in the same day. eddie, of course, blames only himself.

full fic of this blurb :)

AN: i named the third guy keith bc he needed a name, and if his role was pre-established im SORRY but hes a mage. a lot of the dnd stuff im sure is wrong and doesnt work but let me live

also i love this so u should to

also also I KNOW ITS A SHITTY THING FOR A DM TO DO - thats the point

Eddie’s annoyed with you when you’re not on time for Hellfire.

You know he’s sensitive about starting on time, but still you were running late again, even though this time you promised it would be different, and you would even be early.

And Eddie had foolishly believed you again. It hurt especially, because even though you were just friends, Eddie was so painfully in love with you. All day every day, he was pining, yearning, longing. You were on his mind all the time, and you... you couldn't even bother to be on time for Hellfire.

When he begged you to be on time earlier in the day, he had made sure to mention that it would mean a lot to him if you were on time. And he thinks that if you love him back, you'll definitely care when he communicates something like that.

He knows he shouldn't let himself feel like this, but every Friday he's reminded that he's not special to you. He's not the one person you're always on time for. Eddie thinks, somehow, that if you're on time for Hellfire, well then maybe you like him too. It's silly, but it's what he does. It gets more painful as time goes on and you're still not there.

The mood slowly shifts to something tense as time ticks on. You’re always a couple minutes late but nearly an hour? Eddie is painfully frustrated, and his feelings are hurt. Eddie has overthught himself to a dramatic conclusion that you've decided you're above Hellfire.

While the party chats on totally unaware, barely even recognizing that they still haven't started, Eddie thinks you've looked in the mirror and recognized that you're better than them. That you can, and should, have everything and everyone you want. He thinks you'll want to be with a jock. Or maybe a cheerleader. He thinks you've decided not to love him.

In a fit of self pity and rage, he decides to leave your character behind, so the party left you alone, sleeping in a cave.

"Attention," Eddie says, "the sun is rising. It's time to pack your bags and move on."

Dustin looks confused, "where's y/n?"

"Who knows?" Eddie tries to look unamused to hide his pain, but it slips, and ends up just looking angry.

Eddie rolls a perception check for you to see if you wake up. He rolls an 18. And with your build you would've noticed the group leaving without you. Eddie is still think about you in the arms of a jock. "She fails." Eddie looks at the group with an evil grin. "You leave the camp unnoticed."

As the game goes on, Eddie feels crappy. He's never cheated like that before. Like, sure, he's changed a roll or two to make the plot better, or to not totally kill one of his players because some random NPC got a nat 20. That was his right as DM. But... leaving you like that was less than cool.

But even worse, when they return to the cave later, you're stuck in a bandit situation. Eddie really, truly, genuinely expected the party to save you. Except, one thing led to another, and you were stabbed through stomach, making you bleed out. Normally, this is where you'd roll your life saving throws.

It wasn't really supposed to play out like that. But he didn't expect the party to roll such terrible throws, all of them accidently leaving you defenseless. Eddie kinda feels bad, but you hurt him first.

What he doesn't expect is Steve Harrington bursting into the drama room, looking frenzied, just a few moments later. The party halts. The last thing happening in the game was the party finishing off the last bandit, and running to your aid. But now, they were all just staring at Steve. Eddie approached his friend, worried about the look in Steve’s eyes.

Steve stood up straight, and cleared his throat. Weakly he says, “something terrible happened.”

And then Steve tells them all about your car accident, and Eddie feels sick. His knees buckle, and Steve has to hold him up. He’s totally disoriented by this news. He feels his heartbeat pounding behind his eyes, and his ears ring loudly, barely registering the panicked talking going on around him

“They're alive,” Steve was shouting, but because people weren’t letting him talk, he had to keep shouting it over the hundred questions. They wouldn't be able to handle it. Not again. Not when Max still hasn't woken up. “Eddie? Can you hear me buddy?”

But Eddie was in shock. He was blaming himself. He killed you.

“Can you walk? I'll drive you,” Steve says, as Gareth searches Eddie's pockets for the keys to the van. “Dustin, get over here, help me get Eddie to the car.” Eddie overhears Jeff tell everyone to meet at the van.

As soon as they get moving, the adrenaline starts pumping through Eddie’s body. He was suddenly able to break free of his friends' aid and pick up his pace, and the three of them ran through the school and into the parking lot. The dim light Steve parked by was flickering, putting a weak spotlight on Eddie as he tugged the door handle on the passenger seat

“Let me unlock it,” Steve snapped, fumbling the keys in his hand. He dropped them, the pressure of Eddie’s stare was kinda terrifying. He got the door open and unlocked the others.

When they were in the car, Eddie was finally alert, if anything overaware.

“What the fuck is going on?” he snapped.

No one said anything. There was nothing they could say that would make Eddie feel better, or calm down. Steve sped out of the parking lot, blowing the stop sign. He really shouldn't have, given the whole reason you were in the hospital.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut. This wasn't happening. He was wrong. He was being petty and he was hurt because he thought you were being a dick but you were - he was gunna throw up - you were somewhere bleeding. While he was busy killing you, you were actually laying on the asphalt after a violent car crash. And he was thinking you're an asshole

“Their character died,” Eddie said, “I've killed them.”

“It's not gunna happen,” Steve said, gripping the steering wheel. It was a statement he couldn't back up.

At the hospital, Eddie barely waited for the car to stop before he was running inside, tripping over his own feet as he rushed to get to you. dustin was hot on his trail and steve was parking the car.

Eddie saw Nancy with Jonathan over by the nurse's station, and when Nancy saw him, she came hustling over, putting her hands on Eddie's arms. Dustin spoke quietly with Jonathan in the background.

“Relax,” she said, “please breath. They’re okay right now, they’re in surgery, and it's going really well, okay?”

“Wheeler?” Eddie asked, eyes filling with tears he had no control over.

“It has to be fine,” Nancy said, “sit with me.” Nancy Wheeler was not going to lose another friend today. Not again.

And with no other options he listened, following Nancy to an uncomfortable plastic chair that squeaked when he sat. Nancy held his hand over the stiff arm rests, but he didn't find any comfort. He didn't think he would until he was with you again.

Jonathan sat beside Nancy, giving her a sad smile and handing her a bitter coffee. He sat quietly, letting Nancy give Eddie her attention. Dustin sat on the other side of Eddie, also opting to stay quiet. What was anyone supposed to say?

Honestly, the only thing Eddie wanted to hear was your voice.

Nothing changed for the first two days. But on the third day, the only change was in Eddie. He went from sitting quietly by your side to scribbling stuff in a notebook like a crazy person. He would also dip out to go use a library computer, or "check on some things," as he explained to Nancy.

Her and Steve were mutually concerned about Eddie's state. He was constantly babbling about saving you, and how he's figured it out they just have to succeed.

Everyone else got a chance to be worried when they got a call Tuesday saying there was a mandatory Hellfire meeting and anyone not in attendance would be left behind, and unwelcome for the rest of the campaign. He couldn't risk a single missing member. Not with the stakes...

Tuesday evening, Gareth, Jeff, and Keith are the first to arrive. They are curious as to what the hell their bandmate had cooked up, but they were more worried than excited. Eddie hadn't exactly been himself the last couple of days.

They don't expect a set up even more elaborate than usual. The lights are red and blue, making the room feel eerie, and small.

"Welcome to Hell," Eddie said, grinning and holding his arms open wide.

Gareth and Jeff exchanged a look, but were too nervous to speak. Eddie didn't want to explain the objective twice, so he waited for the rest of the party to arrive before he said anything, but the look in his eye feels sinister. His friends suddenly realized how truly fucked Eddie would be if anything happened to you.... like... for keeps.

When the rest of the party is there, they look to Eddie expectantly, but he just continues to smile like a maniac and tells everyone to take their seats. Dustin is confused to see Steve Harrington sneak into the room and lean against the wall.

"I cheated," he says when he has the attention of the flock, "y/n didn't fail the perception check, and therefore their death wasn't fair. However, death is death. So we're going to have to bring them back."

Dustin notices that Steve Harrington's presence is not explained.

Nancy sits at your bedside like she has for the better part of the last four days. She holds a book in one hand, and the other rests casually beside you, near your hand. She looks at you, and then her hand. She gets a supernatural chill.

She puts her book down, and speaks your name quietly, looking for any sign of life from you. One more day of your glass features and she was going to crumble. Nancy shakes the bizarre feeling from her head, and pats your hand.

She shocked when you're ice cold to the touch. She recoils, pulling away fast. But after the initial shock fades, she touches you again. There was no way that was right, right? You were freezing. What the hell was that about? Nancy starts a search for a blanket to warm you up.

A mage freezes your body. The party scavenges for anything that can help and then leave the cave, your frozen body in tow. Another player can't make life saving throws for you, so they were thinking outside the box. They would take you deep, deep into an ancient necromancer's lair, and steal the resurrection stone from around his neck.

Nancy returns with a simply grey blanket, and a very friendly nurse. They had gotten to talking, and Nancy has simply explained how cold you had been, having not thought too much of it. The nurse, Sophie, had decided to come check it out too.

"Oh my gosh," Sophie says, feeling the ice cold skin. "Oh my gosh, she's like ice!"

And leaves Nancy feeling a little worried as she scurries out of the room. It was like she'd never seen anything like it. Nancy feels uneasy, and makes a quick phone call from your bedside phone. Jonathan picks up, and as soon as he hears the concern in her voice, he's on the way.

Nancy hangs up, picks the phone back up, and calls Steve. He picks up on the first ring.

"Something is like... actually happening over here," she whispers, shocked to even be saying it.

"No shot," he says, nearly laughing at the idea. He whispers the next part so the group doesn't hear anything, "I thought we agreed Eddie was just crazy, and this whole 'saving her character will save her' was just to show him that he didn't cause all this."

"I know we did," she said, "but y/n is cold as ice."

Eddie's voice booms as he narrates the perilous journey. After trap rooms, fighting devil dogs, two gargoyles, and a Molydeus that nearly killed Mike. They had made it into the inner sanctum, but had all failed to roll perception upon entering, and set off a fire trap. One that melted the spell on you, leaving you warm enough to die. "Hurry!" Dustin shouted, "engage the necromancer! Hit 'em with everything we got."

Nancy is already back into her book, Jonathan sitting on the floor beside her, leaning his head against the armrest, while she dangles a dainty arm over his shoulder, letting it lay relaxed on his chest. A single beep draws her attention. She notices something different, but she can't say what. Your cheeks are rosy.

Nancy brings her hand off of Jonathan, drawing his attention too. She puts a cool hand against your forehead, and is again shocked by how you feel. You're burning up. You're fucking hot. Like boiling. Nancy runs to find Sophie again.

The turn is Keith's, his mage more powerful than the others, but instead turns his attention to your character. "I cast flesh to stone on y/n!" the mage shouts. "She'll die if she stays like this." "Roll for it!" "18!" "Pass!" Your body is frozen again, this time encased in stone. Another stall, and Eddie knows the party is running out of time.

"You have to feel her head," Nancy says, speed walking with the bubbly nurse hot on her trail. Sophie complies, and gasps.

"It's not possible," she says quietly, "I'm getting the doctor. There's something strange about your friend."

Nancy looks down at you, and jumps out of her skin when the machines start beeping wildly. All of them making different noises, all of them loud. Sophie rushes back in, with more staff behind her. Nancy and Jonathan are ushered out of the room by a woman who explains that you're in a code blue, which means they have to resuscitate you.

Nancy looks around the white hallway. She's overwhelmed and underpaid.

"Stay here," she tells her boyfriend. "This is crazy!"

But she runs off before she explains anything else. She's after a phone, which she finds with no trouble. She fishes a quarter out of her pocket, and uses it to call Steve again. He picks up as fast as last time, desperate for something other than watching dnd.

"Whatever they're doing, tell them to hurry up!" she's shouting, drawing the attention of patients and staff around her. "Something's happening! She's not breathing!"

The necromancer stands injured. The party cornering him, making him cower. He trembles, and begs for his life. He explains that the party came to his home, killed his people, and now wish to rip off the very thing that keeps him alive. "I stab him through the heart, and I take the necklace." Dustin says. As he looks at Steve, he thinks he understands what's going on. "Roll." "For what?" "Dexterity." Dustin rolls his die. The table is silent. The little D20 lands. the group erupts when they see the Nat 20 he rolled, effectively grabbing the necklace and throwing it around your neck from a metre away like horseshoe. As it lands on you, the ground shifts under the party's feet. Everyone stares in silence, both in the campaign and real life. Your character opens her eyes, coughs, and rises.

The party roars to life at the table, cheering at a job well done and slamming hands on the table in excitement. But the cheers are short lived, silence coats the room but this one is different. It's serious, eery. They can see that Steve looks worried, and he's trying to get Nancy to answer him, but he's getting nothing. looking at Steve expectantly. Apparently, everyone had figured out what the plan was. They all knew they were trying to wake you up. Steve says nothing. Just hangs up the phone, looking up with a disappointed frown.

"The line went dead."

Steve is once again driving Eddie to the hospital. And he's a nervous wreck. You're like schrodinger's cat. Eddie doesn't know if you're alive or not. He chews on the side of his thumb during the entire ride. The rest of the club was waiting patiently in the drama room. Eddie and Steve promised to call as soon as they knew anything.

Eddie can't fucking breath as he sprints down the hospital hallways, ignoring every sign and person telling him not to. He doesn't care. He has to get to you.

Wheeler is outside your room talking to a doctor, but with her back to him he couldn't see the bright, beautiful smile on her face talking excitedly about your miraculous recovery. Eddie runs right passed her to your room, and uses the doorframe to propel himself in, scaring both you and Jonathan who had been sitting quietly.

You look pale, and there are bags under your eyes. But you're sporting a weak smile, shaky hands holding a cup of lime jello. Eddie can't help but smile. You're awake, sitting up, and smiling at him. He has to laugh at the like, ten empty jello packages. Jonathan slips out the door without a word, and Eddie takes his seat by your bed.

"I was so fuckin' scared," Eddie says, tears falling from his eyes before he could even process it. He hadn't realized.

You hold your hand out for him and whisper, "Eddie," and he looks up, puppy dog eyes glossy with lingering tears, and heartbreaking to see. He takes your hand. "You didn't do this."

And he cries harder, leaning down and holding your hand to his forehead and begging your forgiveness anyway. "I did," he cries, "out of spite and jealousy, I tried to hurt you, and I did. I let them leave you alone. I made them and I cheated-"

"-Eddie-"

"-and you should've seen the party-"

"-Eddie, seriously-"

"-leaving because you totally passed the, ow, hey!"

You had flicked him on the nose, his babbling giving you no other choice, but as usual he was being dramatic, you hadn't actually hurt him at all.

"Eddie, stop, and listen to me," you say, "you didn't do this. You're not actually all powerful, you know that, right?"

"But-"

"But nothing," you say, smiling. "But Nancy told me that you saved me so no hard feelings."

Eddie smiles back at you, letting you wipe the tears leftover on his flushed cheeks. He leans into your touch and your heart swells. In your mind, you beg him to kiss you. You beg and plead and hope that this will be the time he makes a move.

He knows this is his chance, he leans closer to you, slowly, gauging your reaction. "Is this okay?" he whispers, when he's just an inch from your lips. You feel his breath as he speaks and you can't resist, pushing yourself forward to close the gap. And he kisses you like he's kissed you a hundred times before. Like he already knows everything you will like, even before you do. His lips are so fucking soft against yours, all plush and warm and taking over your senses.

"Well, I guess I can tell the others that you're fine," Steve says, and Eddie pulls away from you. His sudden absence is cold.

"I saved her," Eddie says, grinning. "Nancy said so."

the hair on the back of will's neck having a disco party during this entire fic

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jiveyuncle · 1 year ago

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Keith never believed he'd have a long life. He always figured he'd die young and that his death would serve some purpose. He'd die taking a hit for a teammate. Or go up in the flames of a violent explosion while dragging a civilian out of a targeted building. Or crashing his ship at Naxzela to prevent an entire system from being incinerated.

Keith was going to die. He was going to die young. His death would mean something.

He thought these things were a given - facts inscribed on the essence of his being - as unavoidable as a dream, programmed into him the way sleep always eventually demanded dragging creatures to realities outside their own.

Keith was reckless, not because he didn't value his own life - that value could be measured by what he did with it and what he could achieve by risking it - but because he valued others’ more. He was reckless because he cared too much - about the success of the mission, about someone left behind, about everything and everyone else - and that caring was going to be what got him killed. His paladin teammates shouted it at him after every rash decision. His blade comrades acknowledged it with approving nods after each close call. He would easily give up his life if his death meant someone else was saved.

So, when he wakes inside Red, blinking his eyes open only to come face to face with himself in the pilot's chair, things don't click right away. It's not that Keith is dead - that part he accepts instantly, understands on some subconscious level in the same inexplicable way the astral plane connects minds and quintessence links paladins to their lions - but it's the how that his brain isn't processing. It's not that he is staring at his own slumped lifeless body, but it is the trusted Blade member he'd been tasked with transporting to a location to disclose the latest intel on Galran troop movements simply dislodging their blade from Keith's neck, tucking the knife away in their armor, walking to the exit, and leaving as if nothing had just happened. It’s Pidge joking into the comms of Keith's helmet, and Lance joking back, completely unaware of the fact that in a moment, without fight, without reason or warning, without some big sacrificial act, Keith just ceased to exist.

It takes them 15 seconds to write off Keith's lack of a response to the joke as him being peeved about being the butt of it.

It takes them 5 minutes before Lance starts offering lighthearted apologies in the form of backhanded compliments.

It takes them 15 minutes to discover that Keith isn't at the meetup location at the time they agreed on and to realize something is actually wrong.

They find Keith's body cold.

There's a lot of panic that feels much too sudden and extreme after drifting through space with his own corpse in the quiet cabin for so long - too many emotions in his friends faces, loud cracking voices, shaking hands.

Lance presses a palm to the gash in Keith's neck and grabs a control arm with the other, begging Red to take them home. He can't feel how cold Keith's skin is through the climate-controlled gloves of his suit, but he has to recognize there is no pulse beneath his fingertips. “If you've ever loved Keith,” he pleads anyway, as if he doesn't already know.

They rush his body out like getting him to a pod will be of any help.

Keith can’t feel his body, but he feels tears on the floor of the cockpit and the vibration of feet down Red's ramp. He doesn’t sense pain, but he tastes his own congealed blood in the chair and, later, the antiseptic Coran returns with.

This is how Keith dies. Quietly. Without purpose. Alive one moment, and then not - wiped away with a cleaning rag beneath clenched fists, secret shuddering breaths, and a mouth whispering his name for the first time alongside words of regret.

Dead Keith/Red Paladin Lance AU (Part 2/?)

The event that set things in motion.

I’ve always wanted a canon story where the main character dies in some anticlimactic way, but I don’t ever see it because I assume it would really anger a fanbase or just feel really dissatisfying. The big question of, “For what reason? What purpose did that death serve?” And the reality is, death doesn’t usually come in the form of sacrifice or to satisfy some narrative. I’m obsessed with the idea of someone so important, a character who has lived through so many close calls just dying in such a simple and unexpected fashion - of dying without anyone knowing. It has to really fuck with Keith’s teammates extra bad - suddenly not knowing who they can trust, wondering any time there’s silence on the comms if one of their other friends just died without them noticing. Them each picking up little habits to signal to the others that they’re okay - Lance humming, Pidge tapping her fingers near the mic, Shiro clearing his throat, Hunk popping his lips. Uhg.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You can now read this on AO3 as:

Empty Spaces You Left Behind

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bonbon-acide · 3 months ago

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Ftm Keith smut headcanon (klance)

Mentions of afab genitals/ foreplaying/ fingering/ oral job/ vaginal sex/ first time

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Ftm Keith and Lance having their first time, Lance has little to no experience with any gender. Lance is scared to mess things up and make Keith uncomfortable

Ftm Keith guiding Lance's hand through his pants, first only above his boxer. Lance feels feels extremely hesitant about moving his hand until Keith start taking his hand to guide him and hump against it. Lance is very shy, wondering what to do and being scared to do anything before he hears Keith moaning softly near his ears driving him crazy. Lance start playing with his finger near Keith's cunt and god the feel of wetness growing on the tissues of Keiths boxer makes his head spin.

Ftm Keith guides Lance inside his underwear and Lance is freaking shock how wet his boyfriend is. Lance start slowly entering one finger. He doesn't really know if inserting something can hurt but he start to realize Keith is feeling good because he keeps humping against his hand trying to get more friction and sensation. Lance start going a little bolder with two fingers making Keith pants and moans. Keith start to play with his clit while kissing Lance's neck, he's a moaning mess and Lance is just head over heels with this vision.

Ftm Keith cums after a little while and Lance can't get enough of the sight of his boyfriend's body, pants and boxer rolled down to his knees and his shirt lifted up enough to display his torso. Lance takes off Keith's pants and boxer completely before getting inside his inner thighs. Keith starts to rub a hand through his brunette hair before slowly getting him closer to his cunt. Lance start small licks against it, making sure to taste Keith proprely. Lance's licks make Keith grow impatient and start to push him closer to his cunt. Lance start to him eat it out surprisingly good. The boy is a pussy eater born. Lance start to feel his mouth completly soaked with Keith's love juice and it drives him mad how good his boyfriend is. Keith start pulling Lance's hair everytime he start to eat him even eagerly than before, calling Lance a good boy and praising him. Lance's dick feels like he could ripped his pants easily everytime Keith praises him

Ftm Keith squirting a bit, pulling Lance's head backward before it happens. Lance is amazed by this and how good he can makes Keith feels. Before continuing, he goes up to kiss his boyfriend, making him rest a bit after so much stimulation.

Ftm Keith start to undress his boyfriend, he might not be exactly on top but that man knows how to take the lead. Lance is again not really sure what to do next but Keith guides him properly, finally letting Lance fuck him. He start slow and really passionately, trying to make sure his boyfriend enjoys every bit of it and that he feels safe and loved. They're both enjoyong it very much and even if the start was messy and wild, the end just feel nice and warm and their first time was just amazing

Ftm Keith loves dry humping against Lance's thighs, he just loves seeing his boyfriend trying to hold it together and hiding the bulge in his pant while Keith just have to go to the bathroom and clean himself afterward, no trace, no evidence. He just loves teasing him

Ftm Keith receving the best fingering in the whole word. As a payback for the dry humping, Lance will just finger-fuck him until he gets closw to finish and then stop, leaving Keith absolutely needy and on the verge of coming. Lance adores seeing his smug face turning into a panting mess begging for more.

Ftm Keith getting his testosterone shot and being really horny for a week after. Lance loves this time because his boyfriend gets really needy and basically let him do whatever he wants. It's always a wild week after every shots

Ftm Keith getting oral job from Lance everytime they hit it. That man just loves to eat his boyfriend out. That is his favorite thing and he's really good at it.

Ftm Keith trying pegging with Lance for the first time after a while. He wasn't really sure if he would like it but Lance really wanted to try. Keith discovered that Lance can come more than one time and he suprisingly get really into it.

Ftm Keith doing all the aftercare everytime. He loves to pamper his boyfriend and praise him. He might not be really affectionate towards Lance in public but in the bed and even more after sex, he will make Lance lays on top of him, caresses his back, playing with his hair and tell him how good he is until Lance falls asleep or get up for another round.

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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pt one

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Hunk’s phone rings. Loudly. Since he is the pinnacle of grace and benevolence, he spares one hand, eyes still trained firmly on the other hand pressing a screwdriver onto a delicate wire joint to hold it steady, to blindly pat about on his workbench until it closes around the device. He jabs a finger on the screen until the ringing ceases.

“Yah,” he says, not bothering with hellos. He’s busy.

“Handle your person,” Shiro hisses, then immediately hangs up.

Hunk snorts. Someone’s nap was disturbed.

He turns back to his project, sighing as he wraps it up. He doesn’t have long. If he can just solder this last wire, get that last connection in, it’ll be way easier to —

Lance kicks open his door, walking in screaming.

“Hello,” Hunk greets idly. And largely sarcastically, he will admit. Lance continues his wordless yell, vocalizing at the very top of his lungs, muffled only when he throws himself on Hunk’s bed and buries himself in Hunk’s pillow. “Shiro tells me you’re terrorizing people.”

“His skull is fucking solid!” Lance screeches.

Hunk does not need to ask to whom Lance is referring. He does, however, pause what he’s doing immediately, spinning around slowly in his chair with his fingertips pressed together like every eighties cartoon villain. His smile can only really be described as gleeful. Perhaps diabolical if he stretches.

He is entirely unapologetic.

“And what happened this time,” Hunk questions, adopting his very best therapy voice. It must work, because Lance shoots up, face bright candy red, wicked snarl pulling on his lips. When he speaks again his voice is carefully controlled and dripping with rage.

“It is beyond hinting, Kealoha. I have practically laid myself at his feet and begged him to ravish me, and he still does not get it. I am going to fucking wring his neck.”

Hunk hums thoughtfully. “Well, that is probably what it’s going to take.” At Lance’s raised eyebrow, he rushes to clarify — “Throwing yourself at his feet, I mean. Don’t strangle him. At least not before I can see it.”

Lance groans loudly. This time when he flops back on Hunk’s mattress he is more miserable than rageful, like a scolded chihuahua. Hunk considers telling him that and then remembers that he’s quite fond of his limbs where they are.

“I know he likes me,” Lance grumbles. “He’s just a dumbass. Like, yesterday he had to go into a healing pod because I did those leg stretches in front of him and he walked into the wall and broke his nose. And last week he said I smelled good and no straight people say stupid shit like that. And when I flirted with that princess on our last mission I was lowkey worried he was gonna jump her, or something. He went all big bad Galra growly and everything.”

Hunk inclines his head. “This is true.”

It is true. Well, he didn’t know the broken nose thing — although that’s hilarious and he will be sharing that information with the class when prudent — and he hasn’t witnessed many of the specific brands of Keith and Lance dumbassery, since they spend so much time on their own, but he, like, has eyes. Keith wants Lance so bad it’s actually embarrassing. Hunk’s not one to generally agree with Lance, since it’s his God-given right to humble him at any opportunity, but that boy is oblivious unlike any other. He understands that Keith is emotionally stunted due to the ordeal of being orphaned, and to Keith he leaves his highest sympathies, but also Jesus Christ, dude. How many times are you going to be wrought with jealousy before you go oh, duh, I might be in love with this goober.

Maybe Shiro hasn’t had the talk with him yet. Hunk makes a mental note to follow up.

“—it’s just that I don’t understand,” Lance laments.

Hunk blinks back to the conversation, where Lance has clearly taken it upon himself to wax poetic and inspire woe upon himself once more.

Hunk stills. An idea wiggles its delightful little way through his brain. He holds up his phone, pointed at Lance’s prone and desolate form.

God, he loves his brain. He loves meddling. He loves love and life, basically.

“I just,” Lance sighs, and to his endless credit he sounds genuinely torn-up, for all his melodrama. “I wish I could just tell him, I guess. In some way. I wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance.”

Hunk hums with great understanding. “I see. And say you were not plagued with chronic anxiety and an unfortunate tendency to glow in your face region if someone so much as insinuates in any capacity that they care about you — what would you say to this paramour of yours?”

Lance tilts his head consideringly. His eyes are big and brown and pouty, like a scorned puppy. It’s adorable, in a pathetic kind of way. Hunk cannot help but pat him delicately on the knee.

“I suppose,” he huffs, “that I would just say it outright. Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk points out.

“Choke and die,” Lance responds, predictably. Hunk pays him again.

Hunk stops the recording and tucks his phone back in his pocket. He will decide how to handle the situation shortly.

…After he makes several copies and distributes them to the team. Obviously. Hunk’s excellent advice and matchmaking skills isn’t free, after all.

Lance whines again. “Why is my life so sick and twisted.”

Hunk chooses against reminding Lance that they are in the very beginning of the process of dismantling the worst tyranny the universe has ever seen, and of all the things in his life to be sick and twisted his dweeby romance is probably not one of them. Because that would be a huge buzzkill, obviously. Instead he delicately and a touch condescendingly pats Lance on the head. Lance leans into the touch, because he is a massive sweetheart and dork and nerd, and Hunk can’t help but smile widely.

“All will work out,” he says ominously. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Blah,” Lance says.

Hunk smiles wider.

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callmelyc · 1 year ago

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Lances ex was terrible

He was the kind of ex that was really full of themselves, cruel, didn't like Lance spending too much time with anyone else (not that his ex girlfriends were any better).

So when they finally broke up everyone rejoiced. The demon had been slain!

Until...he came to get his shit out of Lances apartment because not only did he take his shitty wardrobe he also stole Lances precious baby blue!

His beautiful baby, his sweet meow meow, his darling princess.

But because Lance had no proof the asshat got off scott-free!

He'd cried for hours not knowing what to do and his stupid ex blocked him so Lance couldn't even attempt to beg for his cat daughter back. So he did what anyone would do, he complained online.

The comments flooded with people trying to come up with ideas until one stood out. Some guy with a photo of a motorcycle asking what this ex looks like.

Lance sniffled sending pictures in the replies and waited. He wasn't sure why anyone would want a picture but maybe the guy wanted it so he could keep an eye out? The reply didn't take long at all and it only baffled Lance further.

The guy, Keith K, responded in seconds "dw I can handle this."

Before Lance could even question anything Keiths status had switched to offline leaving Lance to read through other comments as possible solutions.

~•~

At 1am Lances phone lights up with a call. Now, normally Lance would ignore these, who responds to random calls especially at 1am?

But he looks down and it's the same name of the guy from earlier, Keith K. Lance will admit first a foremost he doesn't always think things through and come on now, he was curious to know how this guy got his number at all.

So lance picks up, groggy with sleep "hello??"

"I got ur cat back, do you wanna meet up for her or would you like to wait until later?"

That got lances attention. Now more awake he scrambles to get dressed "are you sure? Like ur sure it's my cat?"

"your name and number are on the collar"

"Where do you wanna meet?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I am the stranger."

"Yeah but ur a stranger that apparently saved my darling daughter!?"

Lance hears a small laugh on the other side of the line "I'll shoot you my location?"

"Sounds good to me."

The second the call ends Lance receives directions to a place 15min out and a picture of blue safe in a cat carrier. He's more than relieved to both see her and have proof this wasn't a dream, though he is still weary.

He shoots off a text to Hunk and Pidge with his location/tracking on in case something went wrong and Lance rushes out the door to go meet this stranger. They'll likely wonder what he's up to at this hour, maybe even spam call him in worry. However, Lance doesn't have the patience right now now when his baby is in some randos hands.

Pulling up to the 24hr McDonald's he doesn't even care that he's meeting a stranger anymore the second he sees his baby blue through the window. Lance rushes inside and the second she spots him she paws at the carrier door with a sweet little meow. He's cooing over her and letting her out to make sure she's safe when he finally looks up to see her knight in shining armor.

And wow....this guy is hot.

Dark hair, deep eyes, leather jacket and gloves.

Dude looks straight out of a Harley magazine despite the beat up pick-up in the parking lot Lance is positive belongs to him.

As blue snuggles into Lances hold he looks at Keith with the first genuine smile he's had in days "thank you, I-I don't even know what to say? I can't thank you enough how on earth did you manage this?"

Keith just gestures for lance to sit down across from him, so he does, and smiles "I have my ways."

Oh? Well Lance has to know now "go on share the deets. I can offer you whatever you want off the menu as payment."

The other man snorts "it's fine I'll share without pay...This time."

"Oh? How generous of you."

Keith leans forward on the table "your ex was already on dating apps. I pretended I'd take him on a good date and went home with him. The second he left to get pretty for me I took the cat and ran, he's a douche."

That...what not at all what Lance expected to hear. His jaw was on the floor. He laughed in surprised awe "you...you got my cat back by luring him into false security??"

Keith's brow lifts "what like it's hard? He's the one that fell for it and got uno reverse robbed. I don't know what you saw in him."

That only gets lance to laugh harder "yeah, I don't either."

They spend the rest of the early morning chatting and eventually exchanging phone numbers.

On the way out Keith stops him though "actually, I changed my mind I do want payment."

"Oh yeah? Like what"

He smiles "how about a date?"

Lance is left breathless in the light of the rising sun "you won't be robbing me now, will you?"

"and if I say I am?"

"what do you aim to steal from me mr.criminal?"

Keith leans in just slightly "your heart? If things go well."

Lance gives him a quick peck on the cheek "yeah, yeah I can do that."

No one believes Lance when he says he got a new boyfriend because the guy stole his cat back from his ex.

#voltron #lance vld #vld #vld lance #lance mcclain #klance #keith kogane #keith x lance #keith voltron #i like giving lance crazy exs so he can meet keith #in case u havent noticed #inspired by a post idk where its from but its a ss of a ss #and a girls friend slept with a guy to steal a cat back #but keith doesnt even have to sleep with the guy here bc the ex spends too long in the bathroom #he doesnt really wait v long snyways he waits until he hears the shower and robs the guy #as he should as he should #he totally didnt see lances cute smile in his pf pic and immediately want to help #he wont admit it to a single soul

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damon-loves-pie · 2 years ago

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“Thank You For Still Playing.”

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader.

Word count: About 3,300 words

Warnings: 18+, setting is mostly at a bar and all that goes with it, emotional talks about family, implied abuse but nothing descriptive, Enemies to lovers implied, fake relationship. (I think that is all. Please let me know if I missed something.)

Summary: Robin wants a fun night out and drags reader to Eddie’s show at the hideout even though Eddie and reader don’t always gets along. Steve meets someone who is insecure about reader and he states reader is dating the lead singer of the band, Eddie Munson, Not expecting the musician to join them. After talking both of them realize all their anger stemmed from something that happened in middle school.

Author’s note: I am going to be completely honest, I didn’t plan for this story to end up like this. I had a whole different ending in mind but decided to go a different route halfway through. But I am actually super happy with how it turned out!

I hope you enjoy as much I did writing it!

Writing Masterlist

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"Come on (Y/N), it would be fun and you like that kind of music anyway." Robin begs while I'm stocking the romance section, looking like she's thinking about getting on her hands and knees.

She had been asking me all week to go out with her this weekend.

"Why would I want to go see Eddie Munson's band play at some shitty little bar?" I ask her, glancing up from the pile of tapes in my hand with an eyebrow raised.

"Because the drinks are cheap?" She shrugs sheepishly making me roll my eyes in response since the drinks at my house are cheap too.

Feeling defeated Robin moves and leans against the rack I was working on.

"Come on, please. I just need a fun night." Robin pleads, as I shake my head in rejection to her invite.

"Aren't you going with Steve? He's fun sometimes." I shrug, placing the last tape onto the shelf.

"Yes, but he's Steve and I need someone who's actually fun and won't leave me to talk to girls." She explains motioning over to the register where he was flirting with another customer yet again. Sighing I turn back towards her, desperation screaming in her eyes.

I guess I could deal with being around Eddie Munson for a few hours.

"Okay, I'll-

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you! You don't understand how bad I need this." She thanks excitedly, clapping her hands together tightly.

"Only, and I mean only if you buy me at least one drink every hour we are there." I finish, pulling away from the rack.

"Anything you want, it's on me. I promise. We're going tomorrow since Becky and Keith are closing." Robin tells me, still smiling as we start to walk up to the register.

"And Steve here will be picking us up at eight." Robin continues, placing her hands on the counter.

"You actually got miss stick in her ass to agree to going?" Steve jokes, leaning towards us as I huff.

"I do not have a stick in my ass!"

"You do when it comes to Eddie." Robin admits as my mouth drops more.

"Thank you!" Steve says to her lifting his hand up.

"I do not have a stick in my ass when it comes to Eddie. He's just a dick to me for god knows what reason and I'm not going to force myself to be in situations with him on purpose." I say defensively seeing Steve rolls his eyes at me.

"I think you two just need to fuck out your problems if I'm being honest." He mumbles under his breath.

"As if that would ever happen." I grimace leaning onto my elbows, shaking my head.

"Wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen after everything." Robin reminds me as a customer walks in, taking us back into the reality of our job the rest of the night.

It was leaning close to eight and I still wasn't ready to go.

If I'm being honest, I don't know what to wear tonight. Robin wants a fun time so do I dress up for that? Or do I dress down so Eddie didn't think I was dressing up see them play like some groupie?

Normally I wouldn't care what someone would think about what I wear and when but I already wasn't wanting to spend my night off at the local dive bar and didn't know what tonight actually had in store.

Settling on a short plaid skirt and plain black top I decided this would have to do tonight, slipping on a pair of fishnets and boots with it.

It was not too much, but not too casual either which was perfect for what I was going for.

Steve and Robin arrived right on the dot, excited to go out for a change.

The bar was pretty full already as we arrived with it being a Friday night, the people of the town wanting to head out for a good time.

"Want a drink?" Robin asks us as we make our way to the bar.

"I need a drink." I laugh, eyes focusing on the crowd as I scanned threw.

Adverting my eyes to the stage I see Mr. Munson already staring with a smirk playing on his lips as we make eye contact.

"Oh god." I breathe, turning around quickly towards the bar.

"What?" Steve asks confused, turning around to see Eddie walking towards us.

"Hey, you guys made it to a show." Eddie smiles giving Steve and Robin a side hug while I tried to not look at them, tapping my fingers lightly on the counter.

"Well I wanted a night out and figured I could support a friend, a local business, and have a fun night all in one." Robin tells him, taking a seat onto one of the stools.

"Mmh, funny to see you here (Y/L/N)." He says directly to me, leaning against the counter next to me.

Adverting my gaze to his cocky brown eyes, I see the bartender approaching from the corner of my eye.

"You have Robin to thank for that." I say coldly to him before turning towards the pretty brunette who making small talk with Robin and Steve.

"Wouldn't dare to think you came here on your own will." He chuckles, leaning in closer to get her attention.

Tapping the counter he leans back,

"Lane, put these three's first round on my tab." He asks, backing away from the counter.

"These are my friends- well most of them." He finishes, sending me a wink as he goes to head back on stage.

"God he's such a dick." I tell them as I sip on straw.

"You took the free drink he bought you though." Steve reminds me as I knock my shoulder lightly against his.

"I would take a free drink from almost anyone." I argue as Robin laughs.

"Girls man." Steve shakes his head, spinning the stool to face the counter.

Giggling with Robin, I turn around to face the counter with him.

"Steve babe." I ask as he raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"Since you're already probably going to be spending some money buying girls who have no interest in getting laid tonight drinks, - why don't you start with buying a round of shots for the two you know are going home with you?" I ask nicely, batting my eyelashes.

Steve goes to speak but looks defeated waving Lane over.

"To tonight." Steve says, holding up his drink.

"To tonight!" Me and Robin cheers, clinking ours with Steve's.

3 shots in and a mixed drink, I was starting to feel really good. The anxiety about tonight faded away as I realized I started swaying to the sound of Eddie's voice.

"You know, their band actually isn't terrible. I think I would be okay coming again." I tell the two as they nod.

"From what I heard before we got too far away in the upside down, he was great." Steve agrees.

"They are starting to get more recognition, they've been playing weekend shows the past month because more people keep requesting them." Robin tells us, leaning in so we could hear.

Nodding, I take a sip of my drink seeing Robin tapping her foot to the beat of the music.

"Want to go dance in the front?" I ask as she smiles, clearly surprised as I stand up.

"You wanted a fun night right?" I tell her, grabbing her hand.

Turning towards Steve, I laugh.

"Consider the stick removed for the night." I joke, waving him off as we go to move to the front of the stage.

Standing below the stage I started to sway my hips, holding hands with Robin as we cheered with the rest of the crowd.

Sending us a quick wink Eddie continued singing, the vein in his neck sticking out as he belted out the lyrics.

He actually looked kind of hot like this, his bangs sticking to his forehead as his fingers moved skillfully up and down the neck of his guitar, the other hand plucking at the strings.

If he wasn't such a dick, he would of looked fuckable.

Shaking the feeling off I turned towards Robin, waving our arms up in the air with the crowd.

After getting refills we found a table since the bar was full, taking a seat as Steve came up quickly, bending over to whisper at me and Robin.

"I don't have time to explain but I may have to find you guys other rides home and (Y/N) the girl walking up thinks you're dating a member of the band because she was worried about you." Steve scrambles to get out as we're approached by a blonde in a red dress before I could even question why he would say that.

"Erin! These are my friends and coworkers, (Y/N) and Robin. The one's I told you about." Steve smiles as she waves.

We all exchange introductions while she took a seat, smiling as we all discussed how the night was going.

"Did you guys enjoy the show?" Eddie asks walking up to our table as Erin's eyes grew.

"This is your boyfriend right?" She asks me causing my mouth to fall open.

Eddie chuckles nervously, eyes roaming the girl as he see's Harrington's hand on her knee.

"Steve, why would you tell her that?" I ask him sternly as Erin looked confused between us.

Steve turned pale stuttering when Eddie wraps an arm around my shoulder before taking a seat next to me.

"It's okay sweetheart, there's no reason to keep it a secret anymore. It's not Steve's fault." He plays as Erin smiles.

I look at Eddie who motions his eyes to Steve.

"Right." I agree knowing I should help my friend, turning towards the couple.

"It's just we thought it would be better to keep our relationship private for the sake of the band's fans." Eddie explains to Erin.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I shouldn't of told her. How about I go get a round for all of us to apologize?" Steve asks standing up.

"I'll help you." I tell him, removing Eddie's arm off of me.

We smile to the others before heading over to the bar.

"Steve why would you do that to me!" I whisper yell at him, smacking his arm slightly.

"I'm sorry, Erin thought you were my type and wondered if there was anything between us. I panicked and that was the first thing that came to my mind." He explains.

"God you are so lucky I love you." I groan.

"I'll cover any two nights you want at work." He offers as I glare at him.

"Four." I argue.

"Three." He retaliates as I sigh knowing it wasn't getting any better than that. He had gotten used to arguing with the kids.

"Deal." I tell him as he orders the drinks.

"So (Y/N), Eddie here says you play the guitar as well?" Erin asks as we arrive back at the table.

"Yeah actually I do." I tell her as Eddie scoots closer to me.

"She beat me in our middle school talent show with her skills." Eddie informs her as I glance over at him.

"Oh yeah, I remember you won that year." Robin snaps pulling my attention towards her.

"Was a lot for a young boy to take." Eddie laughs, nudging his shoulder with mine.

"You two look like you work great together." Erin awes at us.

"Yeah, I look up to the relationship these two have. Hoping one day I'll be as happy as they are." Steve agrees as I shoot daggers at him.

Gareth walks up tapping Eddie on the shoulder, giving us a confused look as Steve pleads with his eyes, worried his cover was about to be blown.

Gareth shakes his head, not even wanting to know what was going on with Eddie now as he goes to speak.

"Hey man, the van is loaded up but I'm going to go ahead and head home in a little while." He tells him.

"Could I catch a ride with you actually?" Robin asks standing up nervously.

"Wait how am I going to get home?" I ask her, holding her arm.

"Why can't Eddie take you since he's your boyfriend?" Erin asks confused.

"Boyfriend?" Gareth asks turning towards us.

"Yeah boyfriend Gareth. It's alright, we're telling people now since Steve spilled the beans. The band's fans will be fine." Eddie tells him winking as Gareth catches on that it's Harrington's fault.

"Oh, okay well that's good to know. And yeah Robin I'll give you a ride, come on." He motions towards the exit.

"Yeah we should probably get going too sweetheart." Eddie asks, connecting his hand with mine.

"We should shouldn't we?" I agree, wanting to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

"It was great meeting you Erin, and I hope we get to spend some time together soon." I smile, standing up.

"That would be great! Maybe we all could go on a double date sometime!" She suggests.

"That would be great! Steve we can talk about it Monday at work." I tell him, grabbing Eddie.

"Hope you two enjoy the rest of your night and thank you for coming to the show." He smiles, bowing slightly as I grab his hand to lead him outside.

"God I'm going to kill Steve." I groan as the cool night air hits my face.

"Come on it wasn't that bad." Eddie chuckles, motioning his pack of cigarettes towards me.

"Yeah, I'll take one." I sigh, grabbing the pack and lighter from him.

"Guessing I need to take you home?" He asks leading me towards his van.

"Yeah," I sigh stopping as he goes to walk to the drivers seat.

"Wait, fuck." I curse, pulling on my hair.

"What is it?" Eddie asks, walking back towards me.

"I can't go home tonight. I was supposed to crash at Steve's." I tell him, throwing my hands into the air.

"God I am going to kill him." I say taking a drag, Eddie sits there quietly smoking his cigarette before he scratches the back of his head.

"Look, I know it's not ideal. But if you're going to get in trouble going home, you could just crash at my place. I'll sleep on the floor, it's not a big deal." He offers. Inhaling, I look at him.

"You would really be okay with that?" I ask him.

"I mean yeah, I wouldn't want you to get hurt or something." Eddie shrugs.

"What do you mean get hurt?" I raise an eyebrow as he blows out smoke.

"Look (Y/N), it's a small town. Everyone knows how your dad is." He says quietly as I go to turn around, not feeling like being judged.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean anything bad about it. Hell my father was the same way." Eddie tells me, grabbing my hand.

"I'll just wait 10 minutes and call Robin and ask if I can crash there." I tell him.

"Come on, you know Buckley is going to be passed out as soon as she see's her bed. She's such a lightweight." He reminds me as I sigh.

"God, you're right." I agree, moving side to side on the heels of my feet.

"I'll stay the night with you I guess." I tell him as he leads me to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

"Don't worry about getting in trouble here, Wayne won't care and he's at work tonight anyway." Eddie says letting me into the trailer.

"My bedroom is back here." He motions as I follow him through the kitchen and down the hall.

His bedroom seemed to fit him as he hung up his guitar.

It was defiantly messy, meaning he probably didn't expect anyone to come back with him.

Clothes were thrown around the floor, mello-yello bottles littered across the stand and dresser.

Posters and handcuffs on the wall? My eyes widen as he notices my gaze.

"Oh uh, one of Hopper's stupid deputies tried arresting me for a joint my junior year but I managed to get away from him." He chuckles, playing with his rings.

"It was officer Callahan wasn't it?" I laugh, raising a brow at him.

"Yeah, it was." He tells me, smiling as he headed towards his dresser.

"He totally sucks." I smile.

I watched quietly while he rummaged through his drawers pulling out a worn out Metallica shirt and some boxers.

"Here, I know that your clothes couldn't possibly be comfortable to sleep in no matter how much you had to drink. The bathroom is the next room over." Eddie says handing me the clothes.

"Thank you." I mutter going to change.

When I come back the room looks cleaner and Eddie himself was in an old t-shirt and boxers as well.

"Like I said you can have the bed and I'll lay here." He motions towards the partially made bed.

I crawl in being ingulfed by the smell of old spice, weed, and cigarettes, realizing that's what I smelled when Eddie wrapped his arm around me.

"Goodnight, Eddie." I say as he turns off the light.

"Goodnight." He tells me.

I close my eyes waiting for sleep to take over hearing Eddie rustle below me.

This goes on for about 30 minutes till I speak up.

"Eddie, you can just lay up here with me if you want. I know it has to be uncomfortable down there." I sigh.

"Are you sure?" He asks as I hum in response.

I hear movement as he places his pillows onto the bed before crawling on.

We both lay there quietly in the dark.

"Are you awake?" Eddie asks, turning his whole body towards me.

"Yeah, I'm awake." I tell him, looking over.

"I couldn't stand you in middle school." He admits to me.

"In middle school? I thought you couldn't stand me now?" I ask, turning towards him.

"I was so angry a girl as pretty as you, could sing and play the guitar better than me." He laughs as I smile slightly.

"So that's why you don't like me? Because I won our middle school talent show?" I question.

"To be honest, I think it's because I knew you wouldn't have noticed me back then. I didn't have much, my hair was buzzed and I constantly wore hand me downs my uncle found at the thrift store since my dad had just been arrested. So it was easier to act like I didn't like you." Eddie says to me.

"But we aren't in 8th grade anymore? Why do you still give me attitude ninety percent of the time." I ask him.

"Sometimes when I'm on that stage I think about how it felt to not win when that's all I had to be excited for at the moment and I'm realizing it wasn't your fault especially since you went through your own hard times. " He sighs, before continuing.

"I just want to say I'm sorry, and that I've actually always thought you were pretty awesome." Eddie finishes.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask him.

"Hm?" He questions.

"You were never invisible to me, even back then. Plus no matter how mean you've been, I've always thought you were pretty awesome too." I admit, moving closer to him.

Tension started to build as we sat there.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie barely whispers.

"Please." I smile, feeling his hands wrap around to pull me closer as I grip his shirt slightly.

Eddie's breath lingered on my lips before he softly pressed his against mine, my hand resting on his chest.

The kiss was soft and tender, pulling emotion from the conversation that just happened while we let ourselves go into the kiss.

"Thank you for coming tonight." He thanks, pulling away.

"Thank you for still playing." I tell him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x female reader

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sharp-silver4795 · 5 months ago

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Any Jeff the killer general hcs?? Btw i love all of your headcanons so much!! :3

HOLY FUCK!! I’m baffled that people actually see meeee I will never get used to it smh

Jeff the Killer HCs Part 1

I have a small huge obsession with the OR in my au bc I love giving these boys a shit ton of ✨trauma✨

Really this is just an origin story with a side of head cannons

There’s gonna be a lot of sensitive topics again: SA/CSA, abuse, ignorance to abuse, gore?, $ui¢!de, Jeff got second hand trauma from Liu’s trauma

Least Sensitive > Mildly Sensitive > Most Sensitive

Background

An average spoiled American kid.

His parents fucking dote on him.

He pronounces Liu “loo” and Liu never corrected him, so that’s his name now.

Liu cooks for him, because he can’t do shit.

Origins: all the warnings from earlier

He became a serial killer at 15.

Randy Keith and Troy didn’t mess with him nearly as much as you’d think mainly cuz of Liu 😔

Jeff slowly caught on that something was wrong when he heard Liu crying in his room ever night and he tried to investigate

However, when Jeff figured it out…. The pricks kinda made him watch…. Liu did not know he saw anything

And that’s where the spiral starts-

After this traumatizing experience- the next time he sees them he rocks their shit! And, in typical(?) defensive older brother fashion, Liu takes the blame and gets sent to prison.

While Liu is gone, Jeff gets in another fucking fight with them, and gets covered in blood, bleach, and alcohol (which is highly flammable)

Aaaaannnnnddd he gets burned alive…

Liu gets bailed out by his mom while this is going on, so next thing she and Liu know: Jeff’s in the hospital-

Jeff is upset, ofc, and when Liu shows he lights up!! Only for Liu to grab his hand, say “I’ll see you again” and leave.

When Jeff gets home that day, he wants to see Liu- makes sense. But he finds Liu hanging from the ceiling fan.

Like a sensible person, he runs to his dad for help big mistake

His dad tells him to get over it, and when Jeff starts crying, drags him to the bathroom telling him to “just shut up and smile.”

He cuts a smile into his son’s face, then leaves him there sobbing on the floor- still begging for mercy…

I think we know the rest

Holy hell that was depressing-

Im gonna make a part two that’s less…. Sad…

Hope this ok, dear requester!

#jeffery woods #jeff the killer #creepypasta jtk #jtk #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #homicidal liu #crp #crp fandom #creepypasta headcanon #crp headcanon #help i’m crying #depressing shit #all the tw

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dualityvn · 1 year ago

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Hello again! It's the same anon that asked about the situation where they would kidnap you from before.

How are you today?

(Feel free to ignore or just answer only a few of the questions!)

1.) Is this a heat of the moment choice or something they would plan in advance?

2.) Would this option be something they both agree with, or would one of them be against it?

3.) What method would they choose to kidnap you, and how would they restrain you?

4.) How would they react with us behaving hostile, acting indifferent as if it's a normal situation, reacting scared, or giving them the silent treatment when captive?

5.) How would they react if our will just breaks while captive?

6.) If we escaped, how fast would they find us, and how would both react if we return as if nothing happened?

7.) Can we gain their trust to get freedom again? And how would they react if we tried to escape from them again after gaining their trust if so?

(Can I be "✨🐇" anon, in case I ask anymore questions in the future?)

(Also, sorry for bombarding you with so many questions. I didn't want to spam you with so many, so I put them in one ask.)

Thank you for responding before! I enjoy yandere trope characters for the horror element because of how scary I find them the obsessive and possessive traits (especially the last one). I really like how your character gave me the spooks, but still, how sweet both can be at times! They make me want to learn everything I can about them.

Also, I had no idea about the spider plant at the time when playing, so I got extremely spooked by it/them!

I hope you have a great day/night!

Hi! I'm doing well. And oh boy, this is gonna be fun.

1.) This is something a crazed Keith would do spontaneously. He feels like there's no other way to keep you beside him, so he must use force. If he felt like he had time to plan it, he would. But when he's in this state, he's even more anxious than usual, so he might not wanna wait.

2.) Tenebris would be against it. He's not the type to force people to love him. If he ever managed to force his way out, he'd try to stop Keith or help you escape.

3.) He'd put a sedative in your drink, borrow a car from his parents and take you out to their vacation home, out in the mountains.

4.) If you were hostile, he'd act act sad and keep repeating that all he wants is for you to love him. If you were indifferent or silent, he'd act guilty and anxious. If you were scared, he'd be very doting and sweet to make you feel at ease.

5.) He'd be happy while he's in his crazed state, but once he snapped out of it, he'd hate himself.

6.) He would find you very fast, because as long as you're in the game, he can always know where you are. But if you managed to make it difficult and then simply returned, he'd snap out of his crazy state and start crying and begging for your forgiveness.

7.) If you acted nice enough, he'd eventually return to normal and let you go. If you tried to leave him again, the whole thing would repeat.

I'm glad you've been enjoying the horror aspects of my game! These two do tend to be sweeter than your average yandere, but they still have their messed up episodes.

#duality game #yandere #visual novel #dating sim

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empressgeekt · 3 months ago

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I'm feeling like angst today so what if in the FOF egg au the egg DIDNT survive? Because if barb was feeling guilty before she going to feel miserable now HA HA HA

Branch would've gone grey again, and goes catatonic for a few days. In his mind it was entirely his fault. During the spiral he finds himself wondering if, he really should even have Keith or Poppy in his life since all he does is ruin everything. It takes a lot for Poppy and Keith to get through to him.

Barb feels awful. She just killed a baby before their first breath, made their father go grey and slowly lose his mind, and might have just broken up an entire family. She takes any punishment the other leaders give her, she deserves far far worse.

Branch still isn't okay by the time TBT rolls around. He's still recovering from the stillbirth, both physically and mentally, so he doesn't go to the wedding. Poppy takes John back to the Bunker thinking maybe he could help Branch. She doesn't tell him the full story of the baby loss, since she wasn't sure if Branch would want to share that. All she tells him is that Branch wasn't doing well.

The trip does not do Branch any good, (Keith stayed with Guy Diamond since he knew sneaking on the trip would not help Branch) Seeing Bruce's kids hurts. Viva's instance that all trolls are safe, pisses him off, since it was other trolls that got his baby killed. The fight makes Branch go catatonic again, and the others don't understand what's going as Poppy begs for him to react. She turns to them and spits venom at their faces.

"I thought, maybe you could help him, make him understand that he does deserve a family. That he didn't need to make himself suffer, because people love him regardless. Then you take all his fears polish them like fucking jewels and throw them in his face as a joke."

Branch doesn't come out of the catatonia for another week. Poppy has to call in the funk tribe for back up. To help with the mission and to get Branch admitted because he wouldn't come out of his trance.

It takes years for Branch to work through his grief. When he finds himself pregnant with his and Poppy's son Ash, he's paranoid throughout. He doesn't leave the bunker, unless for doctors appointments which he attends religiously. Due to the stress, Ash was born early but he survived and Branch suffers from PPD, despite receiving the gift he had been begging years for.

#trolls #questions and answers #thank you for the question!#trolls qna #field of forgetmenots au #fof qna

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years ago

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Hi, Can I request a yandere headcannons for Chevalier, Gilbert and Keith?

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANONS (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith)

Warning - these headcanons are based on an AU where the suitor is yandere. Because this involves triggering content, everything will be under the cut.

Chevalier Michel is obsessive. Chevalier is used to order and control; he is the one controlling the pieces on the chessboard. When he declares war upon Obsidian, imagine his surprise when he realizes your safety is in jeopardy. If he is out on the battlefield, who would be at the palace protecting you? In finding his humanity, he discovers something new - the fear of losing you. This fear cripples the second prince in ways nothing ever had before. His thoughts wander to all the many ways Obsidian could exact their revenge on him by going through you. With eyepatch on their side, the possibilities were endless and cruel.

Chevalier is uncomfortable with this unfamiliar loss of control, and does the only thing his mind can think of- keep you in his room until he returns. Before he leaves for war, he tells you that you can never leave the confines of his bedroom while he is away.

"Do it for me," he begs and pleads, a fear never before seen clouding his wavering eyes. Aware of his obsession - you've seen him eating less, the dark circles under his eyes evidence of his lack of sleep, it had been eating away at you, wondering what you could do to ease his worries if at all. A part of you happy he has a solution that will allay his fears, you know better than to say no to the prince they call the Brutal Beast and resign yourself to a lonely future, trapped in his room full of fantastical books, pining for the day your prince returns to you.

Gilbert von Obsidian is manipulative. "Ah, it's wearing off... the little rabbit awakens," Gilbert greets you, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that is Obsidian. It doesn't take you long to know you are no longer in Rhodolite. Gilbert, with a smile, tells you that Rhodolite declared war on him, completely ignoring the fact that he drugged you and fled the city with you in his carriage. But that's okay, he tells you, because you're here with him now, in Obsidian. Safe, from those princes who would only use you for their gain. He strokes your cheek gently, his skin cool through his leather gloves, in an attempt to comfort you. And for some reason, it works. Gilbert loves you when no one else will. Right?

Life in Obsidian is, well, different. Gilbert provides you everything you could want or need. He has new books delivered every day; he laughs and says he knows you would be bored with his volumes on military strategies and makes sure they bring you lots of romance novels. Servants bring you meals with a note from Gilbert that this is safe to eat, and then quickly leave, barely staying long enough for you to see their faces. He allows you free reign to roam in the palace, but kindly suggests you watch where you go or who you speak to - you never know who may or may not be a spy or what they might try to do to you.

Gilbert comes back to see you almost daily, taking his evening meal with you. When you go to bed, after he discards his bloodied clothes, he makes love to you until you pass out in his arms. "You're mine," his fingers firm on your neck as he whispers in your ear, his words hazy as you drift in and out, "you're mine and only mine."

Keith Howell is overprotective. His alter finds you in your room late one evening, informing you that war was just declared on Obsidian. He convinces you, despite your great hesitation, that the safest place to go to is Jade - they're a neutral country and there will be no fighting there. He is doing this for Keith, he tells himself - he is doing what Keith cannot bring himself to do to keep you safe. He tells you Keith would be destroyed, utterly shattered, if any harm came to you and practically begs you, with tears in his eyes, to come with him. When you question him, ask about your friends, your life in Rhodolite, he grabs you by your wrists, his long, elegant fingers encircling you, his thumb harshly pressing on your pulse points. You struggle, but soon know there's no point. By some miracle, his alter convinces you to flee Rhodolite in the middle of the night with him and makes you promise not to tell Keith about this agreement - your protection for your silence. However, in order to ensure your safety, no one is to know you are in Jade; you will be essentially trapped in Keith's room day after day.

When you wake up the next morning - in bed with Keith - he is somewhat surprised to find you there until you explain about the war and that Jade would be safest for you. Keith agrees with your assessment and is happy you made it to him safe and sound. During the day, you remain in Keith's room, looking forward to what little time you get to spend with him. At night, you lie awake, in Keith's captive arms, wondering if your friends in Rhodolite are even alive. But you'll never know - Keith's alter does everything in his power to keep you safe and part of that means no word from the outside world.

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bow-of-aros · 16 days ago

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We Love You, Dumbass

Summary:

Scrags is having a rough day. He's exhausted and his mind won't leave him alone. It's a good thing that he has some VERY persistent friends.

Guys. Guys. Holy shit. I watched this a few days ago and AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Scrags is so perfect I love him. I don't know what Joey Richter puts into his characters but it's like crack they're all amazing. Anyway Scrags has literally not left my mind in days and I knew that I had to write this. I went a little insane over it so I hope y'all enjoy!! <33

Scrags sat in his little makeshift office, typing up the reports that he still needed to send to his superiors. He’d decided to stay with the FBI but as a liaison between the bureau and the Solve It Squad. Well, his title said liaison, or team manager depending on what document you looked at, but it was more desperate babysitter than anything else.

Honestly, his boss had just been thrilled that Scrags wasn’t ‘moping around’ as much anymore. Apparently, as long as the Squad kept bringing in criminals and ‘dragging a smile kicking and screaming across his frowny face’ they could work as externals.

It was a nice sentiment, in a way, but it only served to add to the stress he already dealt with on a daily basis.

Laughter filtered in from the other room and Scrags’ chest tightened briefly as he tried to focus harder on the words that had started swimming in front of him.

Look, he was glad that the gang got back together. Really, he was! Solving mysteries with his best friends was everything kid Scrags had ever dreamed of, and he was a real-life FBI agent with a badge and everything! Everything should be great.

Except he was a real-life FBI agent.

With a badge and everything.

Which meant that he had to hold himself to certain standards. There were regulations and protocols in place, not only for Scrags, but for the whole Solve It Squad. Scrags typically had no problem adhering to this, losing himself in order and routine had been one of the easier parts of becoming an agent.

But now he had to make sure that the rest of his friends also adhered to all those rules, and that was an impossible task.

They hadn’t had to worry about rules, or even laws, back in middle school. Everything they did was swept under the rug after a job well done, and consequences weren’t a word that any of them were very familiar with. The Solve It Squad basically had free reign to do whatever they needed (or wanted) as long as they caught the bad guy at the end.

And they always caught the bad guy.

Scrags brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to will away the headache he could feel building there. Even with everyone in their thirties, he still couldn’t manage to snap them out of that ‘no consequences’ mindset. He was a federal agent for Christ’s sake! He could’ve arrested each of them a dozen times over for the bullshit that they pulled right in front of him.

There wasn’t anything else that he could try. Scrags had begged, pleaded, coerced, bribed, and even made an attempt at ordering Keith, Esther, and Gwen to listen to him and follow at least some bureau protocol, and nothing seemed to stick.

It’s not like he didn’t want to join in, to relive that time when the squad was at the top of the world, completely invincible.

He just couldn’t.

Scrags had to make sure that, on top of catching the bad guy, that none of his friends did anything noticeable enough to get them in trouble. He had to coordinate with his boss all of the cases they got, write up all the reports because nobody else wanted to stoop as low as doing paperwork, and try to hold himself together all the while.

A tear dropped onto his paperwork and Scrags realized with a jolt that he was crying. He frantically patted the paper dry with his sleeve as he scrubbed at his face, glancing at the crack in the door longingly.

He could picture them all tangled together, reigniting the tradition of a post-case movie night. From the number of times Scrags had heard Esther yell “Fucking gross!” he would guess that Gwen had chosen some romcom that she loved. Normally, he would be there to make fun of it with Esther, to be someone they could roll their eyes at.

But not tonight. It was easier than he’d expected to slip back into the role of outsider. Sure, everyone had admitted that they felt like they didn’t belong in one way or another, but Scrags had always known his place. He’d been part of the group because Cluebert was his dog, and now he was here because he made sure they actually got paid for their cases.

It was okay though, to be ‘no-fun Scrags’ or ‘goody two-shoes Scrags’ because that Scrags is who kept this whole thing up and running.

“Keith! That’s fucking disgusting!” That was Gwen’s voice, but she was laughing and the noise was echoed by two other distinct laughs. The sound wound around Scrags’ heart and squeezed until he was doubled over his desk, arms wrapped around himself in an effort to keep from falling apart.

A few deep breaths and he decided that he could just get the rest of this done tomorrow. A good night’s rest was all he needed to clear his head and start fresh tomorrow with the vain hope that maybe something would bother to go right for him.

After Scrags organized his papers to the best of his ability, he gave one last wipe to his eyes and slipped out the door, intent on just walking past everyone and getting to bed.

“Hey Scrags! There you are, man!” Well, so much for that plan.

He looked up to see Keith beaming at him, oblivious as usual with Gwen half asleep against his shoulder and Esther sprawled over their laps, staring at Scrags much too pointedly to be comfortable.

“Uh, hey,” His voice cracked and he paused to clear his throat, “Hey guys. I’m pretty beat so I think I’m just gonna head to sleep, alright? Okay.”

Scrags made it about two steps past the couch before someone caught his wrist in a vice-like grip. A sharp tug revealed it to be Esther, their fingers digging into his arm just a bit too tight. He shifted uncomfortably as they scrutinized him, knowing better than to try and pull away before they were done.

Finally, they spoke, “What? You’re just going to leave me alone with them?” And that little spark of hope that had been kindling within him was quickly snuffed out. Of course they didn’t want him there for his company, they just wanted a distraction from the clusterfuck that was Keith’s infinite determination to hit on a married woman.

“Sorry that I can’t be more helpful, Esther,” Scrags fought to keep his voice steady, or at least to pass it off as exhaustion, “I don’t want to intrude or anything. You guys have fun though!”

When he went to pull away though, Esther’s grip tightened and Keith and Gwen had both fully snapped to attention, watching him carefully.

Shit, he must’ve said something wrong.

Scrags scrambled to cover up whatever it was, “I’m just really tired, you know! There’s just so much paperwork to fill out and it’s been a really long day. Keeping you guys out of trouble while coordinating with the FBI is no easy task! Someone’s gotta be the bad guy and make sure we get paid and don’t get put in jail, am I right?”

It was supposed to be a joke. Albeit a weak joke delivered with an even weaker smile that fell so much flatter than even Scrags could’ve guessed. Everyone was frowning, even if Keith’s was more out of confusion than anything else.

He opened his mouth again, not totally sure what else was going to come out but desperately trying to salvage whatever it was that he’d done because of course he’d ruined the mood. Classic Scrags.

Esther cut him off before he could say anything, “Keith, take this,” they said, holding out Scrags’ arm.

“Uh, okay?” Keith took hold of it, not as tight as Esther had but tight enough that Scrags knew that he wouldn’t be able to pull away easily. “Now what?”

“Now fucking pull.” Scrags’ jaw dropped slightly.

“Wait, what—shit!” Keith barely even hesitated before doing as he was told, yanking Scrags down on top of the pile. He fell unceremoniously, not even getting the chance to recover before Esther was shoving him in between Keith and Gwen before flopping back on top of them, ensuring that they were taking up as much space as humanly possible.

Now, this was definitely not what Scrags had been expecting, and he had a feeling that it was heading nowhere good, but he had to admit that it was nice. He’d never been the most affectionate of the bunch, not because he didn’t want to be, but because he was always too nervous to be the first to reach out. The chance that they’d awkwardly chuckle and guide him away loomed over him so he just, never tried.

But sitting here, soaking in the warmth and the pressure of his friends, he couldn’t help but relax a bit, sinking into them as much as he could allow himself.

Scrags opened his mouth, then closed it again, working his jaw as he swallowed down an odd lump in his throat. “What’s this for? Not that I mind! It’s just, well, uh—”

“Alright guys,” Esther completely ignored everything he was saying in order to speak to the other two, “Scrags is having one of his bad days where his brain is being shitty and telling him fuckass lies. Does everyone remember the drill?”

He looked around, completely lost as Gwen nodded solemnly, “Hold on tight, and don’t let him run away while we make him talk about his feelings.” She said it like it was something they’d all said a thousand times, and suddenly certain moments from his childhood started making sense.

“And?” Esther prompts, looking at Keith.

“And, when we’re done, make sure he’s smiling!” Keith’s beaming, looking immensely proud of himself when Esther nods approvingly.

Scrags wriggles around in an attempt to free his arms, trying to ignore the gentle warmth spreading through him when arms tighten around him. “Okay. What the hell is going on?!”

“Is it not obvious?” Gwen asks, cocking her head at him, “You’re being a repressed sad sack, and we’re going to cheer you up!”

As he scrambles for something to say, Esther drawls from their place on his lap, “So, even though I know exactly what’s going on, I’m going to give you the opportunity to be a big boy and tell us yourself.”

“What?” Scrags chuckles nervously, “I’m fine! Everything’s fine! Totally fine!”

Esther cut him a flat look while Gwen snorted. Keith jostled him a bit, saying “Oh come on Scrags! Even I can tell that’s bullshit, and that’s really saying something. You know you can talk to us about anything, so what’s wrong?”

For a brief moment, Scrags considered it. Like, really considered it. Spilling his guts then and there and telling them how much of an outsider he still felt, even wrapped up in a weird embrace like he was now. Explaining that he doesn’t want to suck the fun out of things, that he wants more than anything to go back to solving cases the way they used to but there are standards he has to hold himself to now. And how every time they brush him off just makes everything worse because he’s doing it for them, so he just feels unwanted and useless.

But then he remembered the laughter he’d heard from the other room and how, even though they didn’t seem to like him as much as they liked each other, they still did things like this for him.

He really didn’t want to fuck up what little he had going for himself, so he just plastered on what was hopefully a more convincing smile and avoided looking anyone in the eye lest they somehow manage to read his thoughts.

“Nothing’s wrong you guys,” He reassured them, “I’m just tired, really.”

Silence rang throughout the group for a moment and Scrags readied himself to be pushed away when Esther let out a long-suffering sigh and said, “Looks like we’re moving to phase two. You fuckers ready?”

“Yessir!” Came Keith’s joking reply and Scrags felt his arms shift as hands wrapped around his wrists once more. They were firmly pulled a bit away from him as Scrags frantically tried to remember what the fuck was happening, dredging through similar situations from twenty years ago for anything that would—

Oh. Oh shit.

“There it is!” Esther said gleefully, “Now, do you still feel like ‘everything’s fine’?”

“Uh- I- I just-” Scrags started pulling on his arms defensively, that old instinct telling him to protect himself kicking in. He looked around frantically and was met with three gazes, each looking like the cat who got the canary, “Everything is fine! You guys don’t have to do tHIS—Hehehey!”

He broke into giggles as Esther nodded at Gwen who started to deliver quick little pinches to his ribs. His elbows attempted to jerk inwards but Keith’s grip was solid and Gwen was relentless, easily finding that spot near the back of his ribs from when they were kids and spidering her nails over it, making Scrags’ laughter pitch up in desperation.

Meanwhile, Esther just stared at him, unimpressed. After a few moments, a sly grin spread across their face and they reached up to flutter their fingers under his chin, lighting up when he let out a snort.

“Guys! Did you hear that?” Keith exclaimed, still holding on tight but grinning for all he was worth, “Scrags still snorts when you get his neck! Ah, classic.”

Gwen nodded in agreement, “It might actually be cuter than I remember! What do you think, Esther?”

“Hmmmmm,” Esther dragged it out, “Yeah. He’s pretty damn adorable, aren’t you, Scrags?”

Scrags was pretty sure that he was dying. He can feel his face burning and he’s certain that the others can see it if the way Gween coos and pokes at his cheek with her free hand is any indication.

He let out an embarrassed groan, frantically shaking his head through his giggles, “Nohohoho I’m nohohohot! Let me gohohoho!”

“Awwww, you don’t really mean that though, do you?” Esther asked, a shit-eating grin on their face, “But, if you tell us what’s wrong, we could probably give you a breather.”

“Buhuhut nothing’s—WAIT!” Scrags shrieked as Esther suddenly wormed a hand under themselves to rest threateningly on his knee, “Okay! Okahahay I’ll talk!”

Gwen let up and Keith loosened his grip, though not removing it completely, and they watched as Scrags got out the last of his residue giggles. He glared at Esther, not that they seemed fazed by it, “You are evil.”

They just shrugged, adjusting to get more comfortable. “And? Get talking, Scragtowski, or I’m about to get a whole lot eviler. Something about being the bad guy and still not feeling like part of the group and that nothing you do is taken seriously?”

“Yeah, I—” Scrags cut himself off, “Wait, I didn’t say those last two things. Where the hell did that come from?!”

Gwen laughs as Esther just looks at him, and Scrags sighs, “Right, fair enough.”

He falls silent for a bit, trying to find the words, and they wait patiently for him. When Scrags finally opens his mouth, the words catch in his throat and he looks helplessly at the people around him, silently begging them to just let him go and forget this ever happened.

No such luck though as Keith rubs his shoulder comfortingly, “Hey man, you can talk to us. God knows you make us deal with our shit when we need to, it’s only fair that we return the favour.”

Scrags really wishes that he had access to his arms so that he could drag a hand across his face, but instead he takes in a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and slowly lets it back out.

“I don’t know if I want to get too into it, but, you know, things have changed!” He stares at them imploringly, hoping that he’s making sense, “I work for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That’s the highest level of law enforcement in America! I have rules to follow and people to answer to!”

If he weren’t currently surrounded, he’d be pacing right now, so he lets his leg bounce under Esther in an attempt to quell the nervous energy. They don’t say anything about it.

“And it doesn’t help that you guys are constantly breaking laws, you know? Right in front of me! You could be put in jail for years for some of the shit you pull! So not only am I trying to make sure that my boss is happy with our work, I’m also covering your asses which goes against basically everything I’m supposed to be doing! I took a fucking oath!”

There’s a point on the ceiling that Scrags has fixed his eyes onto so he doesn’t have to see the looks he’s probably getting. It’s a very interesting shade of off-white.

Now that he’s started, it’s hard to stop, “And because I’m doing all that, I don’t get to join in all the fun stuff you guys do! Do you think I want to be constantly telling you guys that you can’t be doing things? No! I don’t! And I can feel you guys wishing I wasn’t here every single time I do it and it fucking sucks okay?!”

“I just—” Scrags lets his head sag back against the couch, suddenly too exhausted to bother holding it up, “It’s tough, being the one who has to ruin everyone’s fun so I, and you guys by extension, don’t lose this job. I’m used to not being everyone’s favourite, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt sometimes. I want to be out here watching stupid movies and laughing with you guys instead of being in there,” He gestures at the closet-turned-office, “Trying to figure out how to write a report in a way that doesn’t make us liable for breaking and entering! Or the insane amount of drugs that Esther has in their system at all times!”

It feels good for a few seconds to get everything off his chest. He’s breathing heavily like he’d just been running, and then everything he just said hits him like a sack of bricks.

“Shit guys,” Scrags squeezes his eyes shut, “This is exactly what I didn’t want to do. Sorry for ruining your movie night.”

Someone smacks his chest. Probably Esther judging by the force used, “It was supposed to be our movie night, dumbass. You included. We—Hey! Look at me!” Fingers snap in front of his face and he reluctantly opens his eyes, looking down at his friend’s very serious face.

They grab his chin forcefully and look him right in the eye, “We’ve been shitty friends. You’ve been jumping through insane hoops for us ever since you got us hooked up with this job and all we’ve been doing is making it harder. We’ll work on that. And,” They cut him off when he tries to protest, “We were even shittier for blaming you for all of it. I’ll try and do my drugs in the bathroom more often if it gives you something less to worry about.”

“Yeah, actually,” Scrags says hesitantly, a fragile hope blooming, “That would make things a little easier.”

“I’m not saying that we’re going to listen to you all the time, because that would be boring as shit,” They warn him, “But it probably wouldn’t hurt to help you actually keep your job. You know, for the money. Gotta support my drug addiction somehow.”

Tension starts to slowly seep out of him as Keith adds, “Yeah dude. We don’t need you more stressed than you already are, you gotta relax!” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “We’ll include you more. And stop being assholes. Mostly. Sorry.” He tacks the last part on like the word fits uncomfortably in his mouth, but Scrags appreciates the sentiment.

“Oh Scrags, I’m so sorry!” Gwen’s normally dramatic, but there’s something about this that seems truly genuine. She wraps him up in a tight hug, squeezing to the point where he wheezes out a slightly pained breath, “You’ve been doing so much for us and we’ve been nothing but awful about it! We’re gonna make it up to you, I promise!”

It’s honestly overwhelming, the affection and the apologies and the appreciation he’s been wanting for so long. His eyes dart around to each of his friend’s faces, all looking at him with some mixture of guilt (Keith), determination (Gwen), and a vague ambivalence with an undertone of ferocity (Esther).

All he can really do is stammer out, “Oh! Uh, thanks! It’s- It’s not really a big deal, really. It would definitely, ah, make my job easier.”

Scrags doesn’t know how much of it he really believes, but the sentiment is definitely nice. Figuring that he’s done his part, he moves to get up, but everyone’s grip tightens on him again.

“Uh, guys? What are you doing?”

Esther scoffs, sitting up a bit, “Don’t you remember the rules? We can’t let you go unless you’re smiling.”

A nervous grin starts tugging at his lips, “Oh come on! You don’t have to do that. I’m already smiling, see?”

Keith shakes his head, “Nuh-uh, that’s not a real smile. And we just agreed to follow the rules for you!”

He jolts as he feels fingers start to crawl up his sides and to his ribs, “We’re making it up to you!” Gwen digs in a little harder, pulling a yelp out of him, “Now, hold still so that we can include you. You’re part of the Solve It Squad too, Scrags! It’s time you started acting like it!”

“Wait! Shihihihihihit Esther NO!” They finally made good on their previous threat and started squeezing at his knees, completely unmoved by his attempts at shaking them off as he frantically kicked his legs.

“Esther yes!” Their grin sharpened as Scrags shrieked, Gwen tracing nonsense shapes across his ribs in a way that made him want to crawl out of his skin. “Now, how about you repeat after me? My friends care about me and I’m a real part of the group.”

The tone in which they said it was mean and teasing, but when Scrags managed to look at them, they were dead serious. Even if he couldn’t believe it, they wanted him to say it. Esther had always believed in lying to yourself until you started to believe it.

“What?! No wahahahahay!” Scrags desperately tried to crumble or squeeze into an itty bitty ball when Esther switched to scratching behind his knees, “Gehehehet out of thehehehere! Ehehehehesther!”

Things only got worse when Keith got bored and decided to let go of one of his arms and start prodding at his stomach, easily batting away his flailing limb.

“FUCK Keheheheheith! Guys I cahahahan’t!” Tears were starting to well up from the force of his laughter and, honestly? Scrags hadn’t felt this light in fucking years. Maybe decades.

Gwen’s hand crept higher, still maddeningly light, matched by the increasing shrillness of Scrags’ laughter, “Come onnnnn! You know what you have to do!”

Scrags tore through his memory for what Esther had told him to say, the words slipping through his fingers every time he thought he got hold of them.

“I dohohohohon’t—” He was cut off by another laughing fit and Esther rolled their eyes at him.

“The passphrase is My friends care about me and I’m a real part of the group,” They said, “Also! If I ever feel like this again, I’m going to tell them and let them take care of me.”

Scrags whined in distress, “Whahahahat?! Cohohohohome on!” But then Esther went back to squeezing the muscle in his legs and Keith’s hand wandered up to his neck, and he cracked, “Fihihihihine!”

Like magic, the touches lightened, just enough to keep him giggling while letting him get some air in. He took a bit longer than he probably needed to recover, but was promptly spurred into action by a warning poke to his ribs.

“Okahay! My friends cahare about me. Ahahand- And I’m a reheheal part of the group!”

He got a brief round of applause before Esther said, “Annnnnnd?”

“Ahahahand-HEY!” He glared at an unapologetic Esther who’d given his side a quick pinch, “If I ever feel like this again I’ll tell you guys and let you take care of me!”

The sentence was pushed out in one quick breath, and Scrags sighed in relief when wiggling fingers turned into soothing pats. A grin was glued to his face, taking all the heat out of his words, “You guys are the fucking worst.”

They all laughed at him and settled in a little more.

“Yeah yeah, you wanna get to bed now, tough guy?” Esther raised an eyebrow at him, already knowing his answer.

“…..No,” He grumbled, letting himself sink into his friends’ warm embrace and turning his attention to whatever new movie Keith had just put on, “I can probably stick around for a bit.”

Scrags could feel the weight of the grins directed at him, flushing a bit as he tried to ignore them.

Keith ruffled his hair, “Good. We’re happy to have you here.”

And, when Gwen and Esther nodded in agreement against him, Scrags let the thought that they really did mean it take root. There was a vague “Yeah, we love you, dumbass,” muttered quietly that he’d never admit almost brought tears back to his eyes. He would protect this feeling, these people, with everything he had. A

It turns out that putting his trust in his friends—no, his family, might not be such a scary thing after all.

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You probably already know about this, but i was reading an old post where you said how weird it is that Lotor and Keith are perfect narrative foils and I just wondered if you knew there was actually a reason for that? I think (as we can only speculate from what the people involved in the show said) that was by design. However as Shiro was a fan favourite and had unexpected popularity he was written back into the show earlier, despite the fact they had already storyboarded/written at least parts of s4 so they kind of replaced Keith with Shiro in s4 and sent Keith to the BOM. I feel like re-inserting keith back into the narrative though makes so much more sense in some scenes as it explains why some parts felt so *not* lead-up to and out of character and why a lot of loose ends weren’t tied off (Naxzela fallout, Keith being a hybrid never really developed, why the paladins never really mention Keith leaving to the BOM much, Shiro trusting Lotor after very little lead up and giving him the bayard which seems like a much more keith-ey instinctive thing to do, Keith & Lotor’s narrative foils and potential friendship as well as being a perfect way to get the audience to trust and like Lotor even more before his betrayal, Shiro being written suddenly as hot-headed and using Keith’s mannerisms, like his wall leaning thing etc)

There’s an interesting video that explains it a lot better here if you are interested: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iiFiVFxR_Q8

(Also to be clear absolutely no hate to anyone who made the show, it was still great.)

Also thanks so much for writing little blade! Your attention to detail in world building is amazing and really gives an extra depth to the story and makes it so engrossing.

As you say, we can only really speculate the ins and outs of why certain decisions were made and narrative directions taken, and honestly the fact that there's so much that we as fans simply don't know makes it really hard to comment, but ultimately, whatever the writer's reasoning for doing what they did,,, they messed up.

I'm not even saying this as someone who, obviously, loves Lotor blindly, but to use him as an example, his character arc didn't make sense; I can accept absolutely everything (alteans being used as batteries included) as a valid and narratively-supported exploration of his character up until his declaration that he wanted to commit genocide and wipe out the entire galra race,,, because that went against literally everything his character had been built upon. It wasn't a "twist" that served to prove he'd been pulling a long con, it was just... bad writing, plain and simple. Lotor, who'd been actively working to undermine everything his father had become, is ~revealed~ to want to commit the same atrocity that Zarkon did, just in reverse?? Lotor who begged on his knees for the lives of Ven'tar and her people- Lotor who was so gentle when talking to Allura about everything he'd lost in the past and everything he wished to build in the future- Lotor who was trying to create a second Voltron not as a weapon but rather as a means of supplying an endless source of clean energy for the Empire so that it would no longer have cause to devastate and destroy entire planets... that Lotor?

And look, here's the thing, so they'd planned to kill Shiro off only to be surprised that he was popular and so bring him back, fine, they had enough time to do that and do it well... but did they? Because frankly, Kuron got more dedicated screen time than "resurrected" Shiro, and all they really succeeded in doing was shove an obsolete character into a narrative that no longer had room for him, which was d e e p l y unsatisfying no matter how you slice it. I say this as someone who //adores// Shiro, and wanted nothing more than for him to be alive, but from an authorial perspective it felt deeply disingenuous and like an obvious after-thought. Not to mention, as that video says, "team voltron" didn't feel like a team at all, by the end—they barely knew each other let alone liked one another. Keith's ousting from the squad had so much potential from a "Kuron is a double-agent actively working to destabilise voltron" sort of way, but if they wanted that to work then there needed to be some recognition of what happened? Some apologies from the other paladins for never really fighting for Keith at all? Never understanding he was grieving not only Shiro but Regris too (sans, of everyone, Allura, who was the only person to actually recognise & acknowledge that Keith was in pain)?

Speaking of Allura, she's another character who suffered from what I can only assume was the writers repeatedly changing their minds on the direction of the story and simply shoving her into whatever box best fit. She & Keith at first seemed to be building something important, and while I'm not especially a kallura shipper, god, at least they had an actual foundation for a relationship (in whatever form) hard-won,,, having her throw herself at Lance, who she'd shown ZERO interest in before that point, immediately after her former lover (1) reveals he has a secret colony of her people that he's been using as living batteries, and (2) dIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER...? She should have been grieving, and //slowly// healing, but instead she jumps straight into a new relationship that the narrative treats as if it's some sort of epic yet tragically doomed romance rather than an ill-thought rebound?

It just.. it wasn't even a good plot, let alone a satisfying one.

Hunk was originally implied to be the beating heart of the group, except they gave him next to no screen-time only to realise in those last couple of seasons "shit, people are supposed to care about him, errr have a tragic family rescue mission". Lance was treated as a joke from day one, despite being set up to (I personally suspect) become Keith's right hand and emotional support in more than just battle. Keith himself was repeatedly given all the foundations for genuinely solid and satisfying plots only to never quite follow through in the end (learning to let down his walls, to trust, to love- until the entire team casts him out never to apologise for it and only takes him back when they lose their replacement once more / becoming a confident leader and Shiro's successor only for it to be undermined and then thrown back together again when convenient / finding and building a relationship with his mother, except they speed-ran it in one montage and had Krolia leave again soon after).

Truthfully, Pidge is probably the only core character who managed to come out at the end with what felt like a properly concluded arc.

#this is low-key a rant post but also a genuine critique #beyond this I don't want to dwell on canon's ultimate direction tbh let's just let sleeping dogs lie shall we?#sa screams back #the author speaks

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